God Made Me An Indian.

In My Early Days, I Was Eager To Learn And To Do Things, And Therefore I Learned Quickly.

God Made Me An Indian, But Not A Reservation Indian.

The Meat Of The Buffalo Tastes The Same On Both Sides Of The Border.

First Kill Me Before You Take Possession Of My Fatherland.

They Claim This Mother Of Ours, The Earth, For Their Own Use, And Fence Their Neighbors Away From Her, And Deface Her With Their Buildings And Their Refuse.